His kiss

I woke up with my head splitting like a thunderclap in the dead of night. The light filtering through the curtains felt like daggers stabbing directly into my skull, each ray a sharpened blade of pure agony. Every sound seemed magnified, the ticking of the clock on the wall a relentless hammer pounding in time with the pulsing in my temples. My mouth was dry, like I’d been chewing on cotton all night, and the taste—God, the taste—was a foul mix of regret and stale alcohol.

I groaned, trying to piece together the events of the night before, but my brain felt like it was wrapped in gauze, sluggish and uncooperative. The bed beneath me was unfamiliar, the sheets too soft, the scent too foreign.

*This is not my apartment* I thought with a start, trying not to panic

I turned my head, which felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, and nothing...
I took in a deep breath ‘calm down you were not kidnapped by some crazy bastard and brought some unknown location’ I told myself over and over.

I needed water. I needed coffee. I needed to remember what the hell had happened.

I forced myself to sit up, every movement a fresh assault on my senses. The room tilted, and I had to grip the edge of the bed to steady myself. My clothes from the night before were folded neatly by the side of the bed, causing me to go into another panic mode.
I looked down, finding that I was in just a night robe.

I made my way to the bathroom, fighting the urge to run out like a crazy person and just splashed water on my face, the shock of it helping to clear some of the fog from my mind. I looked up at my reflection, and what I saw made me wince. My eyes were bloodshot, my hair a tangled mess, and my makeup had smeared sometime during the night, leaving me with raccoon eyes and smudged lipstick.

Leaning heavily on the sink, I tried to dredge up the details of the night before. I remembered the bar, the drinks—too many drinks—the laughter that had become louder and more forced as the night went on. I remembered ....
Hades...
I felt and saw myself visibly go pale in the mirror.
He couldn’t have been the one that changed me.... right?
I should have been repulsed or even mad at the possibility of him changing me, but for some reason, The thought of him seeing me in that state....
“Good morning” a voice called, almost sending me to an early grave.
“goommming” the words came out rushed out, barely making sense.
I turned to look at him and...
I was ready to die.
The phone call.
The things i said...
I did not look at him there was no way I could meet his gaze after last night.
“I hope you did not mind, you looked uncomfortable in those clothes so I changed you out of it” I found myself immediately snapping my eyes to him.
‘So he did change me after all’ I thought, unable to bring those words out of my mouth
“it was dark so I barely saw anything.” He explained, adjusting his weight from one feet to another.
“th..thank you” I thought wanting to dig a whole and die and at the same time, squealing with joy.
‘I am just excited that it is not a random stranger’ I explained to myself over and over again the reason why i was happy.
He nodded, not meeting my gaze.
Now that I was no longer nervous, I noticed how tensed he looked. He barely met my gaze and his words sounded a little stiff.
“Did I... did I do something wrong when I was drunk last night?” I almost smacked my head against the wall as I said that.
‘As if the phone call was already not more than wrong already’ i thought, mentally face palming.
He said nothing, still looking away. Instinctively, I stepped closer to him, he had the smell of flowers and rain.
“Hades I am sorry if-“
SMACK. !!
The sound of my back slamming against the wall echoed loudly.
I gasped, not expecting it.
“fuck it” he muttered, but i heard it loud and clear. He placed his gloved hands around my neck, squeezing tightly while....
My eyes widened, I couldn’t help but notice how his gaze never left mine, like he was measuring each second, each breath, each movement. My heart thudded in my chest, a nervous rhythm that I couldn’t quite control. He definitely could hear it.
When he stopped in front of me, closing the space in between us.
Then I felt it.
His lips met with mine, the heat of his lips on mine sent my mind into a frenzy.
His hands around my neck tightened a little further, causing another gasp to escape my lips and gave him the opportunity for an entrance.
I tried moving, trying to get more.
I wanted more, more of his scent, more of his lips, his warmth... everything...
This lips on mine felt like a dam had burst open inside me and I was not ready to let go.
I trued to deepen the kiss, feeling my night robe slipping from my shoulders a bit.
“You need. To stop. Moving” he growled, holding me in place, but I felt it. Something was poking me down south nut I was too scared to look down.
‘This was it, I was sick in the head. His tightened hold on me did things that I could not explain.
“Mhngh” I bit back a moan. I wanted to feel his hands without the gloves, I wanted to feel the heat.
‘I was definitely still drunk’ I thought, because there was no way I loved the way he choked me. The pain was something that gave me pleasure, making my body vibrate in ways I could not explain.
“what if I don’t want to” I said, loosing my last bit of sanity. I saw the glint in his eyes as I said that, something told me that this was not something i should have said out loud.
He leaned down, taking a whiff of me, no doubt i smelt awful since I still reeked of alcohol, and then he bit my neck.